The highlands and the lowlands Are the roots my father knows The holidays at Oban And the towns around Montrose But even as he sleeps They're loading bombs into the hills And the waters in the lochs Can run deep but never still I've thought of having children But I've gone and changed my mind It's hard enough to watch the news Let alone explain it to a child To cast your eye 'cross nature Over fields of rape and corn And tell him without flinching Not to fear where he's been born Then someone sat me down last night And I heard Caruso sing He's almost as good as Presley And if I only do one thing I'll sing songs to my father I'll sing songs to my child It's time to hold your loved ones While the chains are loosed and the world Runs wild And even as we speak They're loading bombs onto a white train How can we afford to ever sleep So sound again
The highlands and the lowlands Are the roots my father knows The holidays at Oban And the towns around Montrose But even as he sleeps They're loading bombs into the hills And the waters in the lochs Can run deep but never still I've thought of having children But I've gone and changed my mind It's hard enough to watch the news Let alone explain it to a child To cast your eye 'cross nature Over fields of rape and corn And tell him without flinching Not to fear where he's been born Then someone sat me down last night And I heard Caruso sing He's almost as good as Presley And if I only do one thing I'll sing songs to my father I'll sing songs to my child It's time to hold your loved ones While the chains are loosed and the world Runs wild And even as we speak They're loading bombs onto a white train How can we afford to ever sleep So sound again
